ménage à trois | 3some blurb.
pairing: 2hollis x reader x insert!female character
summary: it's ur bestfriend, you're bisexual, hollis likes seeing them girls on girls.
mdni → this is freaked tf outtt guys i mean it this time i needa put down the gorilla glue, facesitting, oral (f & m rec), p-in-v, fingering (f rec), handjob (m rec), voyeurism & compersion on hollis's end.
thinking about threeing with your bf and this girl u guys met recently. you guys had been hanging out with her for awhile and she was insanely chill, easy to be around, like you’d known her longer than you had any right to. you didn't know when the correct time would be to broach the subject with ur boyfriend, let alone explain the weird, fizzy mix of crushy curiosity and straight-up lust you'd been experiencing toward her. you also didn't know how he'd react. how would he perceive your feelings for another girl and, moreover, wanting to sleep with her?
you opt to get high with him off a heavy hybrid strain and fess up so in case things went sideways, so u could play it off later. "babe, i've gotta ask u somethin'," you mutter, voice going all small and nervous‑laughy. he nods his head, tucking the blunt between his lips, waitin' on u with a lazy, zoned‑in gaze, egging u on without even knowing what ur gonna say. u sit up from the couch, limbs all jelly and everything soft‑focus and dreamlike, covering ur face with both hands like that’ll rewind time to before you decided to bring such heavy subject matter up.
"fuck, this is so awkward." you sigh, rubbing at your eyes hard like that'll erase the impending convo. he furrows his eyebrows, studying your face now with the willpower of someone fighting the high, trying to see through it to analyze you. he's already scared of what you're gonna tell him and it shows in the tight set of his jaw and sudden lock in. your heart jumps at that knowledge, only making the situation worse once he points out, "what, u nervous?"
you shake your head regretfully. "maybe I should just forget it, I don't wanna make things weird between us."
he sits up straight, serious and locked in, hand rubbing ur thigh slow and steady. "c'mon babe, it's fine, we're fine. ur fuckin' scaring me, what's wrong?" he grovels at ur feet for answers, seriously fearful of whatever you're about to say.
his mind spins with possibilities.
"noo, don't worry" u say resolvedly, rubbing on his hand on ur thigh.
"just tell me, baby. nothin' could ever make me walk away, I promise u. we're solid." he says soft, eyes steady. you melt a little, kissing him slow, reassuring. his declaration of ur relationship as rock "solid" essentially grants u the green light to spill how therefore, this nack you've developed can't threaten it.
"you know how much I love you, right?" you murmur, cupping his jaw, pushing a strand from his face to look him in his eyes so you can see each other's earnesty.
"and, you know how I told you that i've always been a little... explorative."
"and how much i've been hanging out with (__) lately. how much we like having her over?"
"yeah, she's fun. she's stupid chill, why?"
“i wanna fuck her. i want us to fuck her.” you admit, disbelief u even had the nerve to say it. a weight falls off ur chest when u say it, but returns just as promptly when u see the expression on his face.
shock, confusion, and mind-fucked. his eyes go wide, pupils blown still from the high but now locked on u.
you swallow hard and immediately feel a surge of regret swirl around in your tummy, heart slamming panic-drunk, when he blinks slow. “are u being serious?”
you nod. “but it's cool if you're not into it, baby, i'll just quit hanging around her.”
he exhales shaky, running a hand back through his hair, still processing but not pulling away. “fuck, babe…," he drops his head into his hands, shaking it resignedly in a sense. "we're so fucked up." he whispers, half‑laughing dark.
ur confused. is he upset? are u guys "fucked up" and no longer "solid" bc u even felt comfortable enough saying that to your boyfriend?
“not you, holl, just me. i'm fucked up, i'm sorry,” u profess, your hand sliding slowly down the upper half of his back, voice wobbly and nerves sparking through you too fast to name.
he turns onto your hand, gripping it tight like it's his lifeline. "nah, babe—listen, like," he lifts his head, eyes red-rimmed from the high but locked in and steady now, thumb rubbing slow circles over your knuckles. "i mean... yeah, she's fuckin' fire. i've thought about myself a lil, but it's sumthin' about you. like her with you. you guys just vibe so easy. catch myself staring when at ur pics thinkin' about her with u just makin' u lose it in the best way. you just look so goddamn alive, like you're lit the fuck up around her, y'know? and i'm sittin' here jealous as shit but turned on at the same time, it's fucked up. it's straight wild." he admits sheepishly, waiting for your read.
it’s gross. he’s right. u guys are fucked up. just him admitting he’s been thinking it too flips the switch, turning u on hard. it only ramps hotter when he spills more, voice dropped low and gravelly, matching the intimacy of the confession. “some nights i come home and u two are passed out on the couch, all tangled up cuddling… fuck, u both look so hot like that. and when she sends me those text pics of u guys together? her getting all comfy with u, smiling like that? it's so fuckin' hot. makes me lose my fuckin' mind.” he exhales sharp, jaw clenched.
u blink at him, high making everything soft at the edges. he squeezes your hand. “so... we talk to her? together?”
however, the next time u guys see her, no less than a week later, the absolute last thing u guys are doing is talking. u go out with your gf on a girls night out and end up stumbling, tipsy and giggling, ubering home together. holl's also gone out tonight and it just so conveniently turns out, u all came home at the similar times, all were operating off liquid courage, and the combination is almost like the universe facilitating the dream.
u girls strip down to "change" into ur nighties, only to start tumbling onto the bed in a tangle of limbs.
“put my shorts on f’me,” you giggle, words slurring as you flop back against the pillows, then struggle upright again. you prop yourself on your forearms, hair falling in your face, bra and underwear rumpled from half-changing already.
you lift your legs toward her with zero grace. “can’t do it, need ur help.” one leg ends up hooked loosely over her shoulder as you wobble, drunk-laughing.
she snorts. “you are such a mess, fuck.”
“i knowwww,” you whine, reaching for her hand and missing. “ur fault, u got me like this.”
she steadies your calf rather dominantly with one hand, the other grabbing your shorts off the bed. "then hold still, let me make it up to my best-friend."
it's just the lilt in her voice at the word 'bestfriend', the small essence of tease dripping in it that greenlights u.
u can't recall much. once she starts taking charge of your body during an action as simple as putting your shorts on for you, u challenge her to a kiss—just to see, and it detonates from there.
clothes hit the floor, and ur kissing, hands roaming greedy, all bare skin flushing hot on the bed, and giggling turns to moaning low. when hollis comes back from his outing and pads quietly into your bedroom , the sight he walks in on is fuckin' electric. u two tangled in his bed, in his sheets, with your bodies twisted where he sleeps every night, making out hot and desperate while grinding slow and filthy on each other.
she jumps off u, startled at his sudden shadow, just frozen watching u two in the doorway, in stunned awe. the tent in his sweats strains obvious —it's like he's watching a live porno take place in his own damn bed.
"no, no, shhhh, shh, it's okay," u soothe her quick, cupping her face to focus on you, "it's okay, he's okay with it. we're okay with you, we wanna fuck you so bad." u beckon desperately, reaching for her nd' pulling her back down to continue kissing u, tongues sliding hot and unhurried.
when her finger hooks into ur panties, pushin' them off to the side and sliding easy into ur cunt deep and crooked, u squirm desperate under her. "fuck, i need u deeper," u moan, clenching around her. "feel so good," u gasp, arching.
you throw ur head back in bliss, consequently locking eyes with Hollis across the room—pupils blown, all challenge and heat. "c'mere," you purr at him, and he's on u both in seconds, shedding his shirt, mouth crashing urs messy and starved. u let them use u — his cock in ur mouth as u lay upside down at the foot of the bed, one hand groping ur tit as he fucked ur throat, the other tunneling through her locks firm, holding her hair in a makeshift ponytail so he could examine what she was doing to u. he watched as her tongue thrashed over ur clit wild, sucking relentless, and u all worked in a figurative feedback loop deriving pleasure off one another.
the entire night, u guys passed each other around, stamina insane due to adrenaline. she was atop hollis's face while u rode him, u guys making out facing each other. then, u guys switched, letting her ride his cock while u rode his face, and your trio devastatingly exhausted all options available during a three. ur highlight of the night had to be lying on ur backs together, making out as hollis fingered u both with each of his two hands, watching as u both worked to stroke his cock together.
and then—for the finale—she straddled Hollis reverse while u knelt between his legs, licking where they joined sloppy, tongue dipping into her stretched folds around his thick base, her clit throbbing against ur lips as he gripped both her hips tight to fuck into her, thrusting up lazy but deep, easing the pace so as to not force u into a rigorous rhythm where you were expected to keep up with theirs.
hours later, spent and sticky, u all collapse tangled in his sheets, her curled into his left side, u on his right, legs thrown over each other. b4 sleep drags u under, ur mouths find each other again, three-way kisses slow and soft, tongues gentle against each other's, tasting everyone on everyone else 'til your eyelids droop heavy and the world blurs quiet.
some nights after, u catch urselves texting her late or inviting her to sleepover "just to hang," already knowing it'll end the same. u guys go out to breakfast the next morning, still blissed and marked up, both of u kissing hollis to thank him for covering the bill after fucking u guys so good the night before. people stare, side-eyeing the obvious, but you couldn't care less — u and ur boyfriend just liked some company, and having been successful here, knew a long road of fun awaited u two ahead.
author note 2: girls let me know what girl u inserted 🥹 🥹 🥹 guess who was most definitely thinking of loli bahia when cooking this RAHHHHHH. a three with them would heal me idk chat. also guys did u catch the odetari reference in the summary???
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